Plowing the Fields of Oporów

[Verse]
The plow digs deep in the morning haze
Boots crunch soil in a stubborn maze
Sunrise whispers through the trees
Hard work hums on the autumn breeze

[Chorus]
Oporów calls
The fields awake
Every furrow
Every ache
Hands to earth
Hearts to sky
We plow
We push
We never ask why

[Verse 2]
Mud on my hands
Dirt on my face
A farmer's pride
No finer grace
Ravens circle
Shadows crawl
The land is life
It gives us all

[Prechorus]
Sweat drips
The soil replies
Every groan births fertile skies

[Chorus]
Oporów calls
The fields awake
Every furrow
Every ache
Hands to earth
Hearts to sky
We plow
We push
We never ask why

[Bridge]
The old songs hum beneath the ground
Echoes of ancestors
Their voices resound
Each seed a story
Each root a dream
Oporów flows in the river’s gleam